Page 17 of Out in the Surf

I raised my brows, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I could do that. But I’d have to touch you.”

“Do it.”

Cal tucked his thumbs under the fabric at his hips and peeled it over his ass, freeing his cock so it bobbed in the air between us.

Okay, then.

I stepped closer, my hand hovering over his shaft. He met my gaze and held it…as if he were daring me, wondering if I’d follow through.

Challenge accepted. I closed my fingers and stroked him from base to tip. His sexy, low moan spurred me on. I recaptured his mouth, sucking his tongue while I jacked him. Cal moved his hips to match my rhythm. I tightened my hold, then rested my free hand on his ass and squeezed. He grunted in response and tugged at my hair.

“You like that, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. I could come from this. I’m already close,” he whispered.

I didn’t think twice. I dropped to my knees, yanked his wetsuit farther down his long legs, and took him in my mouth.

Here’s the thing about blowjobs…I loved giving and receiving. I’d honed my craft over the years, and I liked to think I was pretty good at them. I knew better than to go in hot. Making a guy come right away wasn’t the goal. I knew every trick to draw out pleasure. Squeeze his dick, move on to his balls, tease his slit… No kidding. I could write a “how to” advice column.

All that knowledge didn’t do me any good right now. I was too strung out and too eager to strategize my game. I didn’t want to think; I just wanted to do.

So, I twirled my tongue around his wide mushroom head a few times, swallowed him whole…and immediately gagged. In my defense, Cal was a big man. His cock was thick and long. I backed off and tried again, alternately tracing the prominent vein along his shaft with the tip of my tongue before sucking him to the root. I played with his balls while I worked him over, fondling them as I bobbed my head and gave myself over to sensation.

I didn’t mind being on my knees. I didn’t mind having my hair pulled or my mouth used. In fact, I loved it. But I loved it more when my cock was in on the action. I untied my drawstring and pushed the thin fabric over my ass, sighing as I stroked myself. I was maybe two pulls in when I felt his balls tighten.

I released him with a pop and sat on my heels.

“Do you want to come?” I asked in a smoky voice, giving Cal a lopsided smile when he licked his lips and nodded. I tapped his cock to my bottom lip and stared up at him. “Do it. I’m ready for you.”

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Cum spurted over my lips a moment later. I licked them clean, then opened my mouth and sucked. My fist flew over my cock as I swallowed every last bit. The taste of him was enough to push me close to the edge. I was right there…right—

Cal dropped to his knees in front of me. He flattened his palms over my chest and wrapped one hand around my neck. He slipped his tongue between my lips and that was the end of me. Jizz shot over my fist and probably on the rug or his wetsuit. I didn’t look. I was too busy making out with the sexy surfer and trying my best not to keel over with the force of my orgasm.

He pulled back gently, licking his swollen lips as he studied me. I’d been with a couple of curious or closeted bi dudes, so I knew this could play out a number of different ways. He might suddenly remember he was busy today, or he might get angry and suggest I’d tricked him or—

“You’re overthinking again, huh?”

I released a long stream of air. “Yeah, I am. But I’m not going to apologize for what we just did.”

“God, I hope not. That might have been the best blowjob I’ve had in months.”

I furrowed my brow. “Mighthave been?”

Cal grinned. “Excuse me, I misspoke. That wasthebest BJ ever. No question.”

“Good answer.” I fell onto my ass and mustered a wobbly smile. “This is usually where things get weird. Do you want me to leave?”

“No. I want you to stay right here.” He hopped to his feet and hooked his thumb toward his bedroom. “I’m gonna get us a towel.”

When he returned, we cleaned up and redressed in silence. It took everything I had not to ask direct, pointed questions about his state of mind. I only sort of succeeded.

“Do we surf now?”

“Yeah.” Cal nodded as he grabbed a couple of water bottles from the fridge, handing me one. “But we should probably get this out of the way.”

Ah, here we go.